Well here I am – before me on the window seat my collie.
That streak of black and white perfection, sleek both in movement and as now in watchful repose.
Aware of each and every whim of mine and ready to indulge them -while I sit he sits – apparently asleep, but should I move – an ear will lift, an eyelid flicker, a muscle tense.
When walking love that faithful head and lolling tongue, those adoring eyes lifted to my face. Ready always to walk where I would walk and just as willing to turn for home when my feet tire. My collie a wonderful mix of bristling perfection and tickled sloppy ecstacy.
A faithful friend, a fearful adversary.
Whether I wish to play or sit and shed a tear a reflection of my every mood, a obedient soul who knows just when with certainty the right times to be naughty
An ardent lover of those I love and yet just lacking that same awareness of their moves my collie. This give and take machine who gives his all and takes only as much as he is given nevermore, a two-way love affair – An unspoken loyalty between he and I.
A lifelong conversation of looks and love, no one can take from me the absolute elation of a life shared by a collie.